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Feb 2015 · 323
Untitled
In the darkest parts of the boulevard
where all you heard where people's cries
where blood was dripping from the celling to the ground
you knew you had arrived. Home.
not finished
Feb 2015 · 220
Untitled
I'm the ******* person I know
Feb 2015 · 268
Smoke
How will I breath in a burning room?
I'll probably choke to death.


I will turn to smoke
and soon everybody will forget about me.

While they forget, they'll breath me
and soon enough they'll die.

— The End —